A/N: Another chappy, thanks again to garretelliot for cleaning it up and making it good.
"Hey, have that file?" She looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. She found him standing in the doorway of her office.
"Wow, a visit from the captain himself. What do we owe the pleasure?" She found a cold blue glare pointed in her direction.
"Don't play cute." She thumbed through the large stack of files on her desk. "The Pierson case." He reminded her and she nodded, yanking it out of the middle, narrowly avoiding the huge stack as it tumbled to the ground. He came over to give her hand, easily picking up a huge stack.
"Thanks." She said, picking up what was left. It felt like a bad movie. Wasn't this what happened in bad romance movies? Any moment now they'd bang into each other and realize that they were made for each other. Their hands brushed and she fought a groan at exactly how cliché it was.
She fought another groan as a blond head peeked in from the hall. "Hey love." Shaw said, and Woody turned, banging his head on the corner of her desk.
"You OK?" She asked and the cop simply nodded, rubbing the spot on his head as he placed the stack of files on her desk. "Hey." She acknowledge the other man who had just entered, and looked back and forth from man to man. Finally, a sense of etiquette overtook her and she introduced the two to each other. "Right, Shaw, this is Captain Woody Hoyt. Woody, this is-"
"Stabzy. Please. Jordan's the only one who gets away with calling me Shaw." The two men shook hands, and she fought back a grin at how different the two men were. Woody was tall dark and handsome. Shaw was short, with blond hair too much reddish stubble and was just barely as tall as Garret.
"You look familiar." Woody pointed out and Shaw shrugged.
"I get that a lot, guess I just have that kind of a face." Woody looked the man over once more before decided that was probably what it was. "I've heard quite a lot about you Captain." She and Woody were equally amazed. Woody by the fact that she had told Shaw about him, and she by the easy way that Shaw was reacting to Woody.
She had seen Shaw be incredibly tense around cops before, he told her time and again that he wasn't wanted for anything he knew of, but living the nomadic life he had, he had grown to distrust cops. He claimed that after seeing his best friend arrested for something the guy hadn't done, he had grown to think of cops as something that were all well and good when they were nowhere near him.
"Really?" Woody asked, wondering just how much she had divulged.
"Yeah. Jordan's told me enough about your cases that the two of you have enough material to write a TV show."
"Yeah, it did get pretty interesting." He admitted with a sheepish grin. The two men stood there awkwardly for another few seconds in silence until Woody made a move the door. "Anyway, I gotta get back, murders to solve, drug dealers to arrest, I'll see you around. Nice meeting you." He grabbed the file and started back out down the hall.
"Nice meeting you too." Shaw called after the retreating detective and sat down on her couch as they were left alone.